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niskala suaka

Abdul Murad bin Abu Yamin was a young soul with strong desires.

He knew his purpose, knew his legacy.

More importantly, he knew how to keep his cards close to his chest.

Which is more than what he can say about Beja.

For all that he can honestly say about his adorable baby brothers (a moniker that never failed to make Beja glare venomously while Kahar-sweet, unsupecting Kahar would giggle softly), they were much too soft—yes even Beja was deemed too soft.

Beja was idealistic—enamoured with the idea of legacy and tradition. Too believing of the rehearsed sanctity of old lores. Worse, Beja couldn't even see pass their own father's hypocrisy.

Beyyad was all for filial towards their family, and as reluctant as he was, he played the role of obedient son far too well. But unlike Beja's blatant dedication, Beyyad was merely biding his time.

He's seen all that lies beyond Kudrat walls, knows the necessary evil that exist within its tainted walls. Call him a hypocrite but he knew well enough which battles to wage and which war to conquer.

He had expected Beja to share the same sentiment (he does worry for Kahar—fuck it, he'd be lying if he didn't twitch each time their father's temper flare when it came to Kahar) but Beja seemed to toe the line of blind loyalty and thinly motivated self-assered motivations.

Case in point, the fucking reason why Beja even deigns to associate himself with Megat Shah so much.

Initially yes, Beyyad technically did push them together for a partnership but it wasn't by choice really.

Megat Shah came from old money—he embodied Kudrat's foundations, golden spoon and the coonections he forged not only through his heritage but the kid knew how to play a crowd like a fiddle.

He had no prospects though—Megat Shah, for all the advantages he had was simply a fool (or an asshole). Just another rich kid playing the rebellious card too much.

Murad had assumed Beja would grow to despise him enough to steer clear of the kid once he's learnt how astonishingly mediocre Megat was.

What he could never predicted was that a year later, he'd still have Beja spouting some new facts about Megat in the spare time all three of them got to spend together at home.

Sure when he finished his SPM he did noticed how Beja and Megat never really parted ways—they were in the same batch and quite possibly the only ones who actually rivalled each other in terms of lineage and adequacy. Murad had brushed it off then.

But not when he noticed the frequent texting, the occasional foreign clothings ("Jaa, bilo mu beli hoodie ni?" "Ohh, tu bukan aku punyo. Tu Shah punyo." "Shah?") In hindsight, maybe his sharp tone was a bit hasty, considering that Beja had clamped up immediately afterwards, perceptively concealing his relationship with the other.

Luckily enough, Kahar was easier to pry information from, slipping about how the whole school practically recognizes the partnership between Reza and Megat—dubbing the two as some sort of dynamic duo.

Murad refused to admit that it grated on his nerves a bit when Beja brought Megat over, claiming that since it was only a short break, Megat and him had some work to do together.

Megat Shah's sheer presence unnerved him—not because he was languidly draped against one of their father's precious mahogony sofa like a cat, reading a damned comic, of all things—but the way both his baby brothers seemed to accept the integration into their household.

Kahar seemed to like Megat's easygoing crude jokes (he supposes at times he and Beja can get kinda serious *cough* boring *cough*) but Beja himself, though outwardly displaying his distaste ("Oiii, asal kau buat macam rumah kau, setan—" "Ehh Jaaa, kau yang ajak aku sini. Kene laa layan aku macam raja~") seemed to enable Megat's blatant callousness (Murad would've kicked him out if it wasn't for the sharp glare Beja sent him)

And it wasn't an isolated incident either.

Somehow, there's more and more remnance of Megat Shah in the Ab Yamin household—some Led Zepellin CDs left there in Beja's room, the ugly cheap silver rings that 'Shah' claims were trending. How apparently Megat Shah is a huge history nerd in spite of his emo cool kids facade.

The things he's forced to know about Megat Shah has been apparently itemized in alphabetical order with 80% of it came from what Beja had slipped/allowed Murad to read off of him.

Effectively the kid pisses him off and it's not just because he once very stupidly told Murad, "Tahu laa kau dulu Kapla besar kat Kudrat tapi tengok ahh nanti kitorang kalahkan batch kau—" ( the only reason why he didn't immediately punched the kid who was five years his junior was because he'd noticed the particular pronoun he used.)

Kitorang

Him and Beja.

Abdul Reza and Megat Shah.

As if they were a package deal—inseperable, tackling a legacy they couldn't even fanthom.

Serumpun bak serai, sesusun bak sirih Macam ombak di pantai bersama pasir berkasih

But waves can easily wipe out entire lines in the sand. So out of pettiness Murad calls Beja out on it.

"Buat gapo mu beriya simpan budok tu jadi saing rapat mu? Tok cukup kuat ko mu nak berdiri sendiri, sampai keno guna tongkat?"

It's a cruel dialogue, something their father would spout and he sees Beja bristles.

For a fleeting second, Murad almost wants to backtrack.

He is the oldest son of the Abu Yamin family, the heir apparent. It is his job to watch over his brothers.

Kudrat is not a sacred place where the last real Malay men are created.

No, Kudrat is a viscious, cuthroat aquarium where boys equipped themselves with the ability to make allies, to forge pacts that is easily severed.

A place where you either sink or swim.

Murad hates it with every fibre it woul serve a purpose to prepare his brothers for the real world, once they've realized the ridiculous state of their nation.

While he expects that Kahar would struggle a bit but he expected that if Reza could soar then Kahar could stand a chance.

His father had sold him an ocean And Murad was almost lost in the flood

Beja scoffs, "Mu toksoh sibuk pasal aku. Aku tahu jago diri aku."

It's a hard decision, but Murad loves his brother.

And he knows this exchange was enough for Beja to cut Megat off.

A throne could only seat one king.

Tiga warna tujuh jiwa sumpah setia Putih merah sifat niskala suaka

[hatikitty]

SOMEONE CURE ME FROM BOTTOM!KAHAR BC KKHC CHANGED ME SO BADLY I CANT. IMAGINE. TOP. KAHAR 🥹🥹🥹🥲

Im losing my identitty 😔

(no offense to bottom!kahar girlies i was just… a top!kahar girl)

[gempaksiakap]

my absolute favorite scene from kkhc (besides beja's iconic entrance) is this. it shows how much of a vixen fighter kahar was during his prime.

[frosted-skies]

Found this gem of a photo on pinterest AGAIN

was this why when I met fazziq my gaydar was strong as hell ?

[draculaligner]

oh my god…. yk how it’s implied that kahar’s mum died…. and yk how distraught kahar was when hakeem fainted both in kkhc and in phc….. do u think…. he witnessed his mother’s death…. cus realistically, hakeem wouldn’t have died from either of those incidents.. and kahar’s reaction was a lot more panicked than a normal one would be imo…. oh my god…… my baby…:

[kuruzawaizanami]

QueenBee + KittyCat = Honeybees Family

//like mother like son lol

[wtkrble]

The brocon-ness of it all

[superdryalienthing]

Not the best, at all, so messy on lines and such if you zoom in, but I tried my best, I wanted to do some splashes of watercolour on the background but I'm way too scared to cela anything more than what I already did with the lines and shit, and I know their faces are too serene but whatever right hahahahaha, they're sweating but fuck I'm so bad at that but yeee.

so I rate my own work a good 5/10.

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[kerhsfa]

parallelism of the kp and their bestfriend in phc + kkhc 🎭

[fallenkaplas]

in another life, kahar wouldve pursued fine art in uitm………

[yourpersonalstash]

these thoughts cant leave my mind after watching kkhc, but bro the whole movie really put such an impact on kahar's psyche in the series when fakhri came over to overthrow his entire legacy. like wow being the kapla of hc was all kahar had?? ppl dont even know his name b4 he rose to power??? like that's really all he got and he clung onto it so tightly (he so loser for this too man i lob him so much...) bc he believed that this position is everything he has in life....and then came fakhri and his smug ass, undoing all that kahar has done for the past 1 year in the matter of a few months 😭 like no wonder he went batshit insane bc wdym some random ass dude who's literally 2 YEARS younger than him just sauntered his way into his domain and ruin everything he has. poor thing got humbled so bad.

on that note, i think we don't talk enough about how insane fakhri is. like it's so easy to trust him bc he has that innocent boyish aura and bright pearly whites smile but no.....that mf is CRAZY.

[hatikitty]

Another struggle about writing adult themed Kakhri, is writing dialogue in malay.

Because i cant write daddy shit in malay i physically cringe but also i cant imagine kahar/fakhri speaking so much english. 😔 no lie actually reading english dialogue in phc/kkhc fics pull me out of the experience so quick

Ive only seen a couple vids where amir or mierul speak english and um… 😀😀

I must overcome my own cringe

[gempaksiakap]

any hakeem lovers here.... or is it just me...

[frosted-skies]

—sparkle sparkle…susukkeki, nan deo algo sipeo

kahar / fakhri current set au

kahar gets caught dancing to a kpop song

fakhri is surprised, amazed, shocked and starstruck.

“Hop, nae mo-heo-me…” Kahar’s voice was shushed, as if to hide a secret. He stood in front of the full length mirror, his laptop on the floor as he repeated the lyrics and the dance moves.

It had been probably five days. He still had problems with the timing of the chorus—the fact that there were so many hip movements made him irritated. It was literally just the damn chorus. Those damn hips. Usually he’d have no issue learning dances—for instance, Chk Chk Boom by Stray Kids took him two days. TWICE Nayeon’s ABCD? Three hours. It was just that any choreo involving crazy hips and hands. That was mostly girl group dances. Sorry, fifth generation girl groups. He looked especially at ILLIT. And now, Hearts2Hearts. Those choreographers were on drugs, kot.

He definitely didn’t secretly learn Smart by LESSERAFIM in a day and record it to give it to Fakhri as a birthday gift. Definitely not. And he definitely didn’t wear a skirt…

Kahar collapsed onto his bed, groaning in irritation as he buried his face in his palms. Why couldn’t he get it right? God, this was one of the things he despised about dance. His voice lowly grumbled before he took a sharp inhale to collect himself, grabbing his water bottle and chugged the ice cold liquid down.

He went on his phone to text a particular friend of his, that he met through a dance meet somewhere in KL.

Hanees is online

You: Nini, camne kau belajar choreo h2h tu?

Hanees: hi ka! you betul ii need to focus on how quick the transitions are! you boleh try a metronome, pay attention to the little counts in between. you cuba sing the lyrics also kan?

You: Yuuup. Frust doh aku.

Hanees: awhh is okay kahar!! you’re very talented in dance and i know you can do it! kalau you boleh buat lagu chung ha, h2h and illit no issue lah!

You: Omg…thank you so so much Nini! Jumpa next dance meet!! Lagu Know About Me, kan? You cover Haewon?

Hanees: yesss!! no worries intan payung. see you soon!

At least with Nini’s encouraging words, Kahar felt a rush of confidence through his veins; he was now stood up and excited. He took a deep breath, and again…the cycle continued.

Kahar swore it had been ten million years since he restarted, his brown skin glistening with sweat beads—his hair totally damp and his clothes began to stick. Gross. Sliding the jacket off his shoulders, Kahar tossed it onto his bed before resuming the dance video at 0.75 speed. He was getting it. His brain was getting the timing right and all he was left with was to piece all the movements together.

His body moved with ease, a fluidity that reflected his young and quick soul—and something that he loved to feel. How smoothly his mind and body moved along to the songs he danced to. “Okay. You can do original speed, Kahar. C’mon.”

The song started, now on its normal speed and as expected, his body flowed smoothly with a little spritz of cool. His dance style was between the rough, sharp moves of masculinity and the graceful, gentle moves of femininity. He appreciated the fact that his mind now understood the timing of the moves to the beat and couldn’t help but smile watching himself.

A gush of wind past the corridor, leaving a tiny gap between the door and its frame—allowing a passerby to see clearly what the boy was doing. Well…the perfect person decided to walk past. Nor Fakhri.

“Crop, nae mam-daero! Jallanaen hwansange jogak…” Kahar sang, not realising that Fakhri was leaned against the doorframe, after silently pushing the door wide open to watch his boyfriend.

Fakhri chuckled, continuing the song. “Sparkle, sparkle!” The sudden breach of Fakhri’s voice amongst the music scared the living shit out of Kahar, which made him fall and trip over himself.

“Fakhri! At least ketuk la pintu!”

The younger boy grinned, snorting at how red Kahar’s face got when he realised that he was caught. It was cute. “Comel la, Kapla joget Kpop. Lagi-lagi girl group.”

Kahar groaned, wiping the dirt off his knees and stepped closer to Fakhri.

“Kau kat sini ada apa?”

The younger boy dropped his head down, giggling. He sheepishly pointed at a dark red sweater hung by the window, trying his hardest to hide his crazy wide smile. Kahar understood the message, sliding towards the window to yank the sweater off its hanger, tossing it over to Fakhri—now staring at how sweaty…and sexy Kahar looked. Wow. Him sweaty like that made Fakhri’s throat go dry.

Fakhri cleared his throat, the sweater quickly holding its place on Fakhri’s body, a little oversized for him but still looked good. He tucked away a stray strand of hair away from Kahar’s face, his eyes aimed directly at his boyfriend’s.

The older boy hummed, an eyebrow raised. “Kau macam starstruck ke?” He was curious.

“Not just starstruck. Tapi kagum. Bangga. You ni berbakat.” That straight forward compliment from Fakhri was rare, but it meant that whatever he said he meant it 1000% from his heart and soul. Kahar couldn’t help but smirk, but immediately pulled back his lips into a straight line. “Thanks. Sebenarnya, geng aku je yang pernah nampak aku dance.”

Fakhri chuckled, an eyebrow raise in suspicion. “Kirakan, Hakeem, Zahrin semua dah nampak bakat you ke?” Kahar grinned widely, his eyes bright as he nodded.

The shorter boy stepped into Kahar’s room, shutting the door behind him. He leaned against it, his left leg crossed over his right. Fakhri smiled, a small huff escaped his lips.

“Continue, cinta. I’ll keep quiet.”

Without a second to think, Kahar resumed the song, his body moving as if the dance was already muscle memory to him. The way Kahar danced made Fakhri gulp in amazement…and he had a sheepish grin the whole time. He was so proud of Kahar and was slightly upset that his boyfriend just hid this amazing talent of his from him.

Power lah…kalau dia cover lagu Miniskirt tu…hot kan? Fakhri pondered, the image of the dance appearing in his head as he imagined Kahar dancing to it. Even the thought was making him nervous.

The fact that his hair was still so bouncy even though it was damp from his sweat, the way Kahar whisper-sang the song to himself to keep focus…everything was so perfect to Fakhri.

“I love the way, you love the chase…”

The song ended, Kahar stayed in the last dance move position as he caught his breath and relaxed. He let go of a deep breath, grabbing a hand towel and wiped off the sweat off his face. Fakhri whistled, clapping with literally the biggest, brightest, and cutest smile Kahar had ever seen.

Fakhri grabbed Kahar by the waist, giving him a kiss before promptly pulling away, a tint of red on his cheeks. “Hotnya…tak sangka cintaku berbakat macam ni.”

Kahar blushed, scratching his head. He pinched Fakhri’s nose as he shoved Fakhri playfully.

“Kau diam!”

Fakhri cackled, pulling on Kahar’s shirt. “Heeeey. I can’t compliment my own boyfriend?”

Kahar scoffed, sat on the edge of his bed. He was really touched by how Fakhri found his talent amazing, not like his friends who usually mocked him as a joke. There wasn’t any mocking here, and Fakhri genuinely thought and said a heartfelt compliment. A rarity. Possibly rarer than diamonds.

“Dah lama ke dance ni?” Fakhri questioned, his eyes set on Kahar’s laptop.

Kahar nodded, humming. “Sejak Form 1. First dance I learnt was…Twice. What is Love.”

Something like a dolphin screech left Fakhri’s lips. His eyes were wide and he’d covered his mouth with his hands.

“What is Love?! Hey! Kau tahu aku memang minat Twice! Apa niiiii?” the younger boy whined.

“Your birthday soon, kan? I ada surprise.” Kahar shushed, placing a finger on his lip.

He knew that Fakhri would LOVE his surprise. Every question Fakhri had after that, Kahar simply ignored. They spoke and cuddled for a while before Fakhri left, which let Kahar look into his wardrobe.

There was the little tropical-style skirt thing he borrowed from Nini for that video. He smirked, rubbing his chin.

You’ll see, cinta. Tergamam mulut nanti.

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no other words than stream the chase, stan h2h and stan jiwoo THANK YOU.

@jjjwritten annyeong haseyo…

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[kuruzawaizanami]

"Kahar The Last Kapla"

//i tho Reza would suit this song but I have another song for our Queen Bee